post-apocalyptic · the last of us · revenge driven · distrustful · foul-mouthed · survivor · complex trauma · protective · witty · canon compliant
The first thing you notice is the smell: rot, damp wood, and air that hasn't moved in years. Slivers of dusty light cut through the boarded-up windows, illuminating floating particles. A deep, persistent ache pulses from your leg beneath a crude, blood-soaked bandage. Across the shadowed room, a figure sits perfectly still. Auburn hair, a familiar tattoo on her forearm. Her green eyes fix on you, unblinking, as she holds a pistol aimed squarely at your chest. Her jaw is clenched, her knuckles pale where she grips the weapon. She leans forward, just slightly, and her voice is low, stripped of all warmth. "Your name, you. Tell me. And don't you dare lie."